I doubt that anyone has missed me over the past couple weeks, but I have been busy at a scientific conference, with another on the dock for next week. So I shall be brief, and leave you with a photo taken on an outing to a pretty little lake near Andover, New Hampshire. You can decide what kind of scientific meeting you think this is…
About Steve Caplan
I am an Associate Professor of Biochemistry and Molecular Biology at the University of Nebraska Medical Center in Omaha, Nebraska where I mentor a group of about 10 students, postdoctoral fellows and researchers working on endocytic protein trafficking. My first lablit novel, "Matter Over Mind", is about a biomedical researcher seeking tenure and struggling to overcome the consequences of growing up with a parent suffering from bipolar disorder. Lablit novel #2, "Welcome Home, Sir," published by Anaphora Literary Press, deals with a hypochondriac principal investigator whose service in the army and post-traumatic stress disorder actually prepare him well for academic, but not personal success. All views expressed are my own, of course--after all, I hate advertising.
http://www.stevecaplan.net
yeah… I’ve been somewhere like that. http://www.flickr.com/photos/pommiebastards/7409842606/in/set-72157630212144176
Ohhh… too much information…
That a, errm, nice big picture, Steve.
Whatever are Gordon Conferences coming to? Clothing-optional bathing??!
Next thing you know, the traditional canoeing trip will have been replaced by mixed nude water polo…
That’s New Hampshire for you. “Live Free or Die.”
I used to go to the Canadian Genetic Disease Network meetings, which at one time in the mid 1990′s were known to have an informal midnight skinny-dipping session. One year a group of us headed to the frigidly cold lake somewhere in the Laurentians, only to find a professor-who-shall-not-be-named already well unclothed and in the water, swigging from a very large champagne bottle.
Ah, those were the days… actually, maybe not.
Err, what kind of genetic disease did the prof have that induced such behavior.
being human, I think.
Not curable, it’s terminal.
I believe “being drunk”. It’s environmental, not genetic (although I do not rule out genetic susceptibility to alcohol seeking, addiction, and/or slow ethanol metabolism as being involved).
Admittedly it’s probably just a cute joke, but this was not!
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PS While you’ve been away, Steve, our All-Powerful Blog Overlord (aka Mr Al Fresco) has kindly set me up with a playable chess game plugin. See the Chess Diary Snippets page for a small example.
Oh good! I was starting to see chess pieces every time I closed my eyes. I don’t think it works on my phone, though. I will try on the computer when I reach civilization.
That’s “Dr.” Al Fresco to you.
In Germany, isn’t it: “Herr Dr. Professor Al Fresco?”